“...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...”

“...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...”

“...A madeleine moment - a sound, a scent can incant her presence...”

“Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...”

“...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...”

“...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...”

“...have I told you? - your eyes are a dark poem of dancing snow at midnight ...”